For you to say that I am here is wrong A life is not spent in the dark of pain A mind is not acloud with thought of song Millponds don't shake they sing and dance with rain. So do our wants so do our lives and might Our dreams our hopes our growth our loves and thoughts Don't fly or fall with mind of left and right Just breathe and feel the grace of death and sport.
An attempt at Iambic Pentameter, good old shakespeare.